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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.